Unparalleled Duo
Chapter 74 - 74 50 The Crane Battles the Dragon Dog_2

74: Chapter 50: The Crane Battles the Dragon Dog_2 74: Chapter 50: The Crane Battles the Dragon Dog_2 Of course, if you let Miss Song from Divine Blade Manor judge, this sword skill would then fall into the lower category.

With her understanding of swordplay, she could effortlessly dismantle the Flying Crane Saber Skill after just a few moves.

Therefore, even if Liuu Yikong were to advance in this round, he likely wouldn’t stand a chance against Song Zhixiu in the semifinals.

But no matter what, the fight must go on.

After all, before coming here, Liuu Yikong’s father had already instructed him to give his all and win some glory for the family.

Even if he were to lose, he had to lose gracefully.

Chiiing—

No sooner said than done, Liuu Yikong’s draw of the saber seemed slow, but just as the blade was about to fully slip out of the scabbard, he suddenly accelerated and launched a rapid assault.

With the sound of the blade unsheathing, the shiny silver curved blade reflected a fascinating arc of cold light under the sunlight, leaving a lasting impression in the spectators’ vision.

Sun Yixie hadn’t even reacted when he was already struck in the ribs.

Yet Liuu Yikong’s figure had already flashed behind him, and he smoothly sheathed his saber, coldly stating, “Is that good enough?”

Before his words were finished, Sun Yixie’s trident swept around in a swift arc, striking Liuu Yikong’s back, jolting him forward several steps and nearly causing him to fall off the platform.

“Holy shit?” At this moment, pain was secondary; the real shock was in Liuu Yikong’s heart.

He had thought the match was decided after that strike because the force he used was enough to inflict a wound that wasn’t very severe, but one that would “continue to tear and bleed if the fight carried on.” Moreover, the fact that Sun Yixie didn’t even react to the blow was proof enough that if Liuu Yikong wanted to slit his opponent’s throat, it would have been over just as quickly.

Liuu Yikong felt…

any rational person, or at least someone with any desire to save face, wouldn’t continue fighting.

But he never expected…

Sun Yixie, that guy, not only kept fighting but also launched a spear attack while Liuu Yikong hadn’t even finished his taunt.

“Ts…,” Liuu Yikong, enduring the pain, couldn’t help but click his tongue.

At the same time, he steadied his footing and quickly turned around, but in that instant, a swarm of shadows from the trident was smudging over his face.

“Ah—take this, my Twelve Duodenum move!” Sun Yixie shouted the name of the move haphazardly while launching a rapid series of stabs with his trident at Liuu Yikong, who was pushed to the edge of the platform.

The people of Great Ming didn’t know what “Twelve Duodenum” meant; listening with their ears, it was unclear whether he was saying “duodenum,” “long,” or “reparation”…

No one was fixated on the name of the move.

At this point, the people watching below the platform were more concerned about whether Liuu Yikong would be taken out by Sun Yixie due to his previous oversight.

After all, aside from a few individuals, nobody knew that Sun Yixie was wearing protective armor under his clothes.

Because of the loose clothing, the cut made by Liuu Yikong didn’t reveal what Sun Yixie was wearing underneath, so most people speculated that Sun Yixie escaped injury either through some sort of tough external martial arts training, or a method of evasion.

Others thought that Liuu Yikong had miscalculated his show-boating, not cutting deeply enough.

In any case, everyone thought Sun Yixie’s counterattack on Liuu Yikong was fair.

It was Liuu Yikong who, halfway through his own move, turned his back to his opponent and left an opening while talking; the opponent had no obligation to stop attacking just because you were talking.

Only Liuu Yikong himself was confused.

He had clearly felt the resistance of the cut, and the force had been just right, so how was it that Sun Yixie wasn’t bleeding or injured and was still energetically fighting back?

Could it be he has mastered the Iron Shirt technique?

Liuu Yikong, while pondering, kept dodging.

Thanks to his outstanding Qinggong, he was not only prevented from being pushed off the platform, but he also circled back to the center of the stage with his skillful sidestepping and evasion.

Throughout this continuous onslaught of the spear, Liuu Yikong was like a willow catkin swaying in the wind.

He didn’t even need to draw his saber to block; he was able to smoothly avoid all attacks with just slight, nimble movements of his body.

In fact, if Sun Yixie’s spear technique had been more refined, it wouldn’t have been like this; unfortunately, Sun Yixie had always put off learning the Four Seas Dragon Seeking Spear, a prized technique of the Sun family that required one to “practice standing in waist-deep seawater” for improvement.

Folded with the current situation, his spear technique was merely recklessly aggressive.

“What’s going on with him…” The more Liuu Yikong dodged, the more he found it strange.

He suddenly felt as if he was fighting against someone who completely lacked martial arts skills, but after all, this was the Youth Hero Conference, where the quarterfinals were underway.

Those who had made it this far couldn’t possibly have relied on luck alone.

Doubt leads to hesitancy.

Hesitancy leads to defeat.

“Ha!” Just as Liuu Yikong hesitated, Sun Yixie suddenly leaped half a Zhang into the air and executed a javelin-throwing maneuver, hurling his trident at the opponent.

Not just Liuu Yikong, but also the spectators below the stage thought this move was laughable—how could you hit someone by throwing your weapon when you couldn’t reach them by swinging it?

As expected, Liuu Yikong only had to lightly shift half a step and slightly turn his body to easily avoid this “trident toss,” and Sun Yixie’s weapon was now lodged in the platform at an angle, leaving him unarmed.

Liuu Yikong saw that Sun Yixie’s series of desperate attacks had come to an end with this self-defeating throw.

He thought to himself: I don’t want to get entangled with this kind of opponent anymore.

Let’s just be a bit harsher, graze a cut across his collarbone, and end the match.

It’s not a wound that won’t heal—it’ll just take a month or two, a bit longer than usual.

With these thoughts, he opened his mouth and said, “Mr.

Sun…” He looked at Sun Yixie and placed his hand back on the hilt of his saber.

As their eyes met, he solemnly said, “…no offense!”